cooked rice falls like snowflakes

and dots the kitchen floor

tables smeared with chili

and beans splashed up the wall

dishes stacked in layers,

uneven, brushed with food,

tip and crash into the basins

filled with silky liquid.

then slowly through the haze of action

order starts to whisper

lines and angles

straight and right

planes recall their form

until at once the day is done,

all noise and motion cease,

and everything has found its place

the cage has found the beast.